Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.